Yesterday I met up with Robin (American moving back to US shortly) to see The Red Shoes at Battersea Arts Center. Both of us found it oddly unaffecting, perhaps because they stripped the heroine's vanity out of the retelling. Or we're just major burnouts. Either way, I'm all up for her idea of a video-game inspired "let's level up!" retelling of The Magic Flute, and Coronation of Poppea in a bar. It's a damned shame she's moving to Portland; she's the kind of friend you find once in a decade and to have her slip between my fingers so soon vexes me. We have projects! We have plans! We have conspiracies! *sigh*
Work. I am flat. Joy of the day was Josh calling to invite me to dinner at 7:10 PM, just after I finished Pilates up in Archway.
Meanwhile my ankle keeps popping out, but my Pilates instructor has done a good job of keeping me from falling over anymore. Now if only my counselor could do the same thing with my life, but I'll settle for her to see some ballet with me now and then.